| The end of ends, to solve the problem
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| The cause of death, the sum of our stricken lies
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| Natural selection, a dying dog will die
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| The old stray of the pack we weep in pity
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| To see the utter truth, believe in infamy
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| Destroy and conquer and lacerate humanity
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| Beneath the bowels of a hollow life they dwell
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| Without belief, isolations now reality
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| The end of ends is now indicative
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| So let the fatal wounds bleed
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| The end of ends our path is sanctified
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| Strangulation to rid ourselves of heresy
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| Altercations a cruel hand we strike
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| No remorse, plague and famine nullify
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| Thrones of blood and pain reside amongst the dead
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| Kill your own blood-shed, external dissident
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| Abolish life, no thought of human retrospect
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| Denounce their kin with strife, inside they hope we die
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| Breeding spawns you know will come sacrificed
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| Blind feeding shallow minds as souls are left denied
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| I strike the weak, Bloodshed resides over me
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| I strike the weak, Pawns left denied
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| An end to ends drains the souls who plead
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| Infected within the timeless slumber of those who heed
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| An end to ends drains the souls who plead
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| Infected within the timeless slumber of those who heed
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| The end of ends is now indicative
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| So let the fatal wounds bleed
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| The end of ends our path is sanctified
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| Strangulation to rid ourselves of heresy
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| The end of ends is now indicative
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| So let the fatal wounds bleed
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| The end of ends is now indicative
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| Suffocation to rid ourselves of heresy
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| I strike the weak
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| Bloodshed resides over me
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| I strike the weak
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| Pawns left denied |